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Five Year Mark
It’s been almost five years since my father disowned me. Last night was the first time I’d ever written those words together: My father disowned me. Dis-own, as in not-have. I used …
On Writer’s Block: Notes from the Kitchen Island
People sometimes ask me, “How is your writing going?” “Fine, thanks,” I usually say, even when it isn’t. But I am a terrible liar, and lately I haven’t even been …
The Things They Carried
When it happened again, I was teaching a creative writing workshop at the New England Young Writers’ Conference at the Bread Loaf campus in Ripton, Vermont — Baby Bread Loaf, …
Notes from a Soft Target
When I was a very young child in Arizona, our house was robbed in the middle of the night while my parents were fast asleep. The story is that my …
On Advocacy and Love
A few weeks ago, I delivered a eulogy for my late Uncle Chuck. He died on a snowy morning in December, just a week-and-a-half before Christmas. I was holding his …
2018 Moravian College Writers’ Conference
I am so pleased to share that I will again be a workshop presenter at the Moravian College Writers’ Conference, March 16-17, 2018. Please mark your calendars to join me and …
The Fact of a Penis
To the man who left a penis on the windshield of our van (an open letter): After the race and celebration, we returned to the van, and there it was: …
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